I met this girl in May this year. She was pretty hot. Long story short, she seemed to have plenty red pill traits. She was happy to cook for me, compliant, had a low partner count and was generally pretty straightforward.

I told her early on that I saw other girls and that I would continue to do so. Turn to around the end of June, she asked if we could be exclusive. I asked why, she said that she considered me a bit better than most of the other men she had seen previously and if I was interested in something longer term, that had to be the deal.

I said I’d think about it. Not yes, not no, just we’ll see. My hope was that she would maintain herself and prove she was worth it. Surprisingly, she did!

Our first dates were varied, but she was happy to let me drive things forward. I decided things like what movie we would go to, she would ask me what I would like her to cook for dinner. Sometimes I gave her the idea and she ran with it, other times I let her make it up. She was a good cook! She would listen when I’d tell her about hobbies, she came to see me play in my band(s) a few times and didn’t get all pissy when I’d be doing some crowd work around the show, etc. Her performance in bed was damned good and we had a good chemistry.

She was not totally free of the odd shit test here and there. Thanks to TRP, I knew how to react. The biggest tip was to take a few seconds before responding to anything. Far from looking hesitant, the trick is to look calculating and considered.

For example, once she pulled a classic woman being fashionably late. I arranged with a few friends to shoot some pool. She’d previously stated she was an awesome pool player and could bury us all. Set up a game at the local and due to meet at 8pm for drinks and pool. I told her we were leaving at 7:30, she tried to make me leave later by saying she wasn’t ready. I just laughed and said, “see you there then”. She was expecting me to wait and be late with her, but such a simple shit test is easily overcome. By walking out the door and walking towards the pub, five minutes later she was magically ready and running up behind me.

Her going exclusive appeal was still in the background, however. I’d decided to let a couple of plates go. More a symbolic thing and plus they were annoying me. She was making her case well and as far as she knew, she thought we were exclusive. My thoughts were, I'd keep my favorite plates, if she demonstrated these tendencies would continue when she thought we were exclusive, then I'd dump them.

However, she failed her own test!

This was a few weeks ago now. She was invited to an old friend’s birthday party. She asked me if we should go. I said sure and that was it. Coming up on the night, I’d found out just by chance that not many of her friends were going. I felt there was some bullshit there in the background, but nobody was giving up the goods.

I said that we should not bother going, however she hamstered by telling me that the two sets of friends didn’t really know each other and all was cool. I eventually agreed on the caveat that if after an hour it sucks, we leave.

It gets to the night in question. I eventually figured out that one of the guys at the party was an ex. Alarm tripped, I’m onto the shit test. I let things play out just how they’re going to. I have to say, I felt a little disappointed, she was showing a good bit of promise.

Well, sure enough, she introduced me. Then she spent a good 15 minutes responding to her ex’s flirting. I know how to deal with this. Easy enough I thought. I went to the bathroom, partly to relieve myself and partly to take a few breaths. I went back out, she's still laughing and flirting with him. No problem. I walked to the other side of the bar to where a couple of ladies were sat looking bored. Within eyeshot, but outside too.

I started making banter, talking about the party, poking fun at a few of the attendees and a few at them. One was more receptive than the other, but she was responding to me we quite well so I kept it up. Eventually her friend wandered off leaving me and her.

Out of the corner, I see madam looking around for me. I ignore it, she’d made her shit test clear. And this was my response. I got talking to this girl about work and feigned some interest. Eventually madam comes over to where I am with her ex in tow obviously escalating with some arm touching. I just ignored her totally and carried on. If she had brushed him off with the arm touching, then she would have had my attention back. As she did not, she was obviously OK with it – or at least that was what she wanted to demonstrate to me. So no worries, I carried on with this girl. What worked really well is that a drink she ordered with her friend had two straws. And she offered me some with the other straw. Nailed it!

Ten minutes go by, madam comes back this time without ex. She asks if we can go for a quick cigarette. I made a point of asking new girl if she smoked with the intention she joined us. She didn’t smoke, so I said I’d be back!

The conversation outside was hilarious. She had a go at me for wandering off. I let her whine for a minute and I just said, “What’s the deal with your ex and why are you flirting with him?” She denied it of course and that I was being paranoid. I ended the conversation there and said, “Well, it's a shame you did what you did. So do what you want to do, I don’t play with shit like that!”

I just walked back inside, grabbed my jacket and headed out. Several missed calls went ignored. Instead, I called up a couple of guys and we went to a bar together.

About midnight, I head back to my flat. My downstairs neighbour told me that madam had come back earlier that night. From what he said, it must have been mere minutes after I walked from the party. She had taped a note to the door with more than a few apologies and a rather heartfelt plea for me to call her back.

I went to bed and slept soundly.

A few days of ignoring her texts, she eventually came round unannounced. She tried to reason, but I said I’d expected more from her and that her openly flirting with an ex who she knew, by her own admission, was not something I would tolerate. She left crying and that’s about it.

The rule: Never mistake a red pill woman. I made the mistake, I guess this is the same thing that happens when women discover a beta turned alpha. Genuinely, I'm a little disappointed. But it does kinda shout that all women are like that...

TL/DR: Woman makes a play to demonstrate her RPW-ness. Eventually fails by setting me up with a lose-lose shit test on her part.